Luyện nghe bài hát So What You Saying - Memphis Bleek

[Chorus - Scratching w/ Background

[Beanie
Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these man?
These niggas sayin shit man
These on mute man
I'ma make you blind motherfuckers feel real

Aiyyo the guc is dog I'm back to work
I took off a couple niggas had to get hurt
Due to the fact wack and wasn't strapped
Packin they gat, now they layin'
In six in (you know wut i mean?)
Man I a new gat for that
Yo, I'm the copper plus the rock chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy clocker
One wreck, the other
And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' your
I don't play when it to yae
I cop cook and my dough in one day
Book and collect my dough at one show
False looks, Memph let one go from the

[Memphis
Yo, yo
Well I'm to be the master in the M.C. field
Oh-oh got respect, I still
Tote guns to the and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to front and get
Get on the floor, clap a time
And sure I flat-line you
Let a round go, hit niggas behind you
See the gleam on the glock, know the on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the is the Roc
As I glance at Mack, B-Sigel
Know we comin' with the and the extra Eagles
I'm not playin, you know what I'm sayin'
I a call to my dogs, them niggas comin' through sprayin'
What you

I'm puttin heads to beads, gun out the box
B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and
I'm not playin, see guns that I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't or move me
stay chubby, smokers never choosy
Don't gotta yell up the block, come to me
Packs with colorful tops just like
New jacks with they pack like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them off quick
Got game still off shit
What you

With a partner like Sigel, don't a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we better known as
As we the chart with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the world love
Who play with that Roc-A-team?
Know that I tote that thing that knock
You walk talkin' this and that
How I sound like Jay and all my records is
But when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would
Thirty days later, Coming of Age went
What you

Now party people it's time for this
No knock knock, who's who's there? or who is it?
the M-A-C-K
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black and kidnapper
The dope, the beats just blazin
Like Luther says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a to attack the cat with two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, 'em how we do

Yo, I fight with fire, I make crews retire
I spit 9 to 5 nines, for hire
Your crew murderize, see the that I'm bringin
In an all out battle, Bleek out swingin'
Memph the type of nigga spit off quick
push the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with
Crack the Arma del Lope and then I'm for mine
So you sayin?